Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Denmark and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Michelle Simonal to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Misunderstood,
The Searchers,
Sixth Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
Unwound,
Blancmange,
Gong,
The Cramps,
Roxy Music,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Talk Talk,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
The Fall,
Rapeman,
Fat Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Rufus Thomas,
Crime,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
The Leaves,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erasure,
Kayak,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry's Kids,
Howard Jones,
Funkadelic,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slits,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
Monolake,
Whodini,
D'Angelo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
Jandek,
Trumans Water,
Aaron Thompson,
Thee Headcoats,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.